I don’t know what to say. I lost a dear, sweet friend today. We grew up together. In fact I don’t remember a day of my life that I did not know her . . . when I was little we were at each other’s houses every day. As adults we remained friends. Last year my Dad played the piano at her birthday party – it was a great party. I am so glad that we all gathered that day, so many people came.
She survived brain cancer as a child. I remember when she went through treatment when we were just kids. She lived cancer free for decades and then it came back this past January. This time there was no treatment for her, only hospice.
She was an amazing person and a true friend. So kind, so generous, such a huge heart. Biggest heart I have ever known. My love goes out to her parents, to her two brothers, to her niece and nephews and to her husband and to everyone who had the privilege to know her.
Rest in peace sweet Sheila. I love you.
I lost a friend today.
I woke up this morning and read the following message:
“Did you hear the news about ______? She died last night. They think it was a combination of alcohol and pills . . . ”
I am so sad that she was so sad and in so much pain. I know she had been struggling – both with physical and emotional pain.
It is very hard to wrap my brain around someone choosing to die. And much harder still to wrestle with the fact that my friend chose to die.
I wish my friend peace. I am without words and my heart aches.
Nothing Gold Can Stay,
by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her Hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
A dear friend of mine wrote this poem and shared it with me last year. I re-read it today and it made me think of Rachel and of Christine and my Aunt Anne. So, today I am dedicating this to all of those we have lost. Such beautiful words from a dear friend, whom, until last year, I never knew was such a great poet.
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On This St. Patrick’s Day
It’s that time o’ the year when I miss them the most
And their memories return like the touch of a ghost.
They are gentle yet painful, like lovers apart
… When you whisper their names they are breaking your heart.Now I see them before me, their laughter and joy
Is a welcome reminder when I was a boy,
When the future ahead was a dance and a song
And we’d be there forever all singing along.
But the future becomes present, and present the past
And Time’s not your friend and Death does not fast
For they work hand in hand ‘till they steal it away
And there’s nothing but tears on your St. Patrick’s Day.
So to those that you miss, give a thought and a prayer
And to those that you love, a kind word that you care
And we live with the hope such a fondness will last
For we all become memories in somebody’s past.
terence a’ mcvicker
The breast cancer world, and the world in general, has lost two amazing women in two days.
Here are the links to their blogs:
Rachel of The Cancer Culture Chronicles and Susan of Toddler Planet
We really do need to “race for a cure”. I am so very, very sad today. My thoughts and prayers go out to the families and friends of these two remarkable women.
Please send your prayers out their way too.
Peace and love and hope,